Toronto Dominatrix / Life Coach Guest Blog

Every so often, I receive thank you notes or general reviews that would probably best be suited for testimonials. However, some of my subbies are devoted fans of the blog, and specifically ask to be featured as a guest.

This just illustrates how Toronto Dommes aren’t all whips and chains – we can also provide you with coaching and advice to make your life better in all regards.

Thank you to my wonderful Subbie P for taking the time to provide this synopsis of our most recent encounter, copied below, entirely unedited:

I must share the story of my most recent session with Mistress Mindy.

I’ve been seeing her about twice a month for the last 4 months. She has helped me not only in my exploration of BDSM and my passion for ball busting/cbt, and I’ve recently discovered the magic that is sounding. But that’s a whole different story.

I work at a company where I manage a team of about 20. Last week, Monday and Tuesday were insanely busy. We had a number of deadlines, deliveries and after two long days with overtime, we barely got through. I went into work on Wednesday already burnt out from the previous two days, and long story short, errors had been made, fires needed to be put out, and I was having issues focusing. I brought in 4 of my key people, yelled at them, one almost quit on the spot, and then just stared at my screen. I didn’t know what to do, and for reasons I can’t even fully comprehend, I texted Mistress Mindy. I think it was because I just wanted to hear back from her and know I would have a session to look forward to in the future when all this crap was done with.

So I said “hey, hope you’re having a better day than I am.”

She (and I must say, this is super compassionate) writes back “Sorry to hear you’re having a bad day, hope it’s nothing terrible.”

So I mentioned that there was some crap at work, and that I was neck deep in shit, I’d given my team leaders shit, and that I felt like shit. Her reply shocked me.

“Take an early lunch and get over here. I’m going to help you, and you should be back in 2 hours.”

She knew that I work 15 minutes from her place, and I was fucking in it, so I just decided screw it and got in my car.

I got to her place, and she greeted me with a warm, comforting and tender hug. Then, just as I felt I was about to cry, she pulls back and knees me as hard as she can in the balls. No warning. I fell on the floor and she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me downstairs to the dungeon. I got some of my strength as she ordered me to strip (which I did), then tied me to the cross.

“This is going to be your first foray into Mistress Mindy the life coach”, she said, as she laid out an assortment of painful tools.

She then proceeded to combine absolute nuggets of wisdom with one of the most brutal beatdowns my penis and balls has received since I met her. Things like “no matter what happens, no matter how much people screw up, you do not yell at them”, “you do not treat them like shit”, “these people are your team, they depend on you for leadership and guidance”, and reminded me that when you beat people down, like my cock at this moment, most of them hate it, most of them are weakened by it, and even though some are hardened enough to withstand it (again, like my cock at this moment), in the end, they’ll just wither and be deflated (which is what she let my cock do).

After 30 minutes of the torture/advice, she released me and brought me outside, where she ordered me into her hot tub. She joined me (and I don’t need to tell you how she looks in a swimsuit), and positioned me in a seat where my tense back and neck were melted by the jets. While this happened, she sat across from me, rubbing her magnificent feet on my cock, explaining that rather than beating down the people at your feet, you need to encourage them, stroke them a bit (their egos, the metaphor was not lost), support them, and show them that while they may be at your feet, they are still integral peoplewho are capable of growing beyond a situation and helping everyone succeed, because as a team, everyone should be focused on the bigger picture.

Guess It’s not surprising that my perspective on the situation had… grown. After 20 minutes, the jets went off, and she ordered me to take a shower, relieve the last of my stress (and I had permission to think of her while I did) and wash the rest of the morning away and start fresh in the afternoon.

I don’t know if I can explain the difference this made, but I’ll try. I got back to work, and I was calm. I called my team in and apologized for my morning outburst, explaining that the stress was no excuse. They all looked like a weight had been lifted. After a 20-minute pow-wow, 3 of my team had made amazing suggestions I never would have expected from them. We went at everything with a game plan, and by 3:15, everything had been taken care of, and we were completely back on track.

It never occurred to me that a goddess who punishes my cock and balls (and occasionally dresses me in a bra and panties, but that’s a different story) would be able to give me life or business advice, but I guess the life coaching thing she mentions isn’t just a line.

1 Comments:

After reading this post. I’m even more scared. I’m not afraid to give mistress a hug lol. Knowing mistress she prob find other ways to daze me like a good punch or hit in face to not think opening my legs to drop me. Lol. Still scared but she likely wouldn’t care lol.